Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Today is Seneca's 1st birthday; send her beer.
Can you believe this little pork chop turns 1 today? She's had a wild year. Between traveling up and down the east coast and moving to a new state, she's done more in 1 year than a lot of people do in 10. She's become the best alarm clock in the world to wake up to. Almost every morning she hangs out in her crib and chit chats to all her little friends; it's a special thing to lay there and listen to all her story telling. I love her.
Seneca hangin' out with Carole Annie in NH
Apparently I’m a slacker at blogging since I’ve been receiving a bunch of flack from folks that there are “no new photos” of Miss Seneca Maeve. Here’s what’s been goin’ down the past few months – hopefully this will satisfy y’all. If not, get up here, visit and then type up your own re-cap.
Seneca is a little monkey head. She likes – no make that – LOVES to eat…a lot. Blueberries, peaches, bananas, asparagus, scrambled egg w/cilantro, cottage cheese w/cinnamon, cheddar cheese, fruit smoothies, macaroni, veggie burgers, burritos, pancakes, fig newtons, waffles, banana bread, and Jeff’s special oatmeal concoction. She makes the best smacking sounds when she's munching on food and her cheeks get all big and squishy like the stay puff marshmallow guy. In the rare instance she doesn’t like something she spits it out and throws it onto the floor where Bronte is patiently waits with her mouth wide open. She crawls everywhere and onto everything – I’ve posted videos of her so you can witness her in action.
Hmmm..what else…Oh, I made the mistake of cutting her hair (which you'll notice in the videos). Really it was an effort to avoid food ending up in her hair and create some sort of crazy goo paste - once oatmeal has a chance to set you're in some serious trouble. Anyway, clearly I made the right decision by not attending beauty school – I’ve since let the bangs grow out and just plop her in the shower a lot more. Also, she’s become quite the talker – always pointing and saying things like blah blah blah – a goo. She’s likely saying something terribly funny with explicatives sprinkled throughout. After all she is Charlie Morrison’s granddaughter and Don Morrison’s niece; therefore she MUST have a wicked sense of humor. She’s rediscovered her bouncy jolly jumper thing and is developing quite the leap – her Aunt CA is very proud…she’s becoming a tiny dancer. And, now I’m not exaggerating here, she’s a singer, or at least musical…totally Whittingham all the way.
This past weekend Jeff headed down to Virginia for the final 100 mile race in the series and arranged for some “Elite” babysitters to come for the weekend and help me out with Seneca. If you’re in Boston and looking for some reliable child care contact Jon Bruno at Independent Fabrication (aka IF, I Fab, Indie Fab). He’ll put you in touch with the guys from the road team who stayed over the weekend to participate in the Green Mountain Stage Race. I have to admit, it was a little intimidating to be in the company of men whose legs were shaved smoother than mine; razor envy aside, the moment they walked in the door it was fun fun fun for her – Stan jumped right in and played stacking games (completely unphased by her diaper overflowing), Jon played peek-a-boo, Adam spotted her while she climbed all over the couch, Emilie hooked her up with splash time, and Greg seranaded her with some new “lullabies”.
Seneca trying on some I Fab Fashion.
Seneca hangin' out with Carole Annie in NH
Apparently I’m a slacker at blogging since I’ve been receiving a bunch of flack from folks that there are “no new photos” of Miss Seneca Maeve. Here’s what’s been goin’ down the past few months – hopefully this will satisfy y’all. If not, get up here, visit and then type up your own re-cap.
Seneca is a little monkey head. She likes – no make that – LOVES to eat…a lot. Blueberries, peaches, bananas, asparagus, scrambled egg w/cilantro, cottage cheese w/cinnamon, cheddar cheese, fruit smoothies, macaroni, veggie burgers, burritos, pancakes, fig newtons, waffles, banana bread, and Jeff’s special oatmeal concoction. She makes the best smacking sounds when she's munching on food and her cheeks get all big and squishy like the stay puff marshmallow guy. In the rare instance she doesn’t like something she spits it out and throws it onto the floor where Bronte is patiently waits with her mouth wide open. She crawls everywhere and onto everything – I’ve posted videos of her so you can witness her in action.
Hmmm..what else…Oh, I made the mistake of cutting her hair (which you'll notice in the videos). Really it was an effort to avoid food ending up in her hair and create some sort of crazy goo paste - once oatmeal has a chance to set you're in some serious trouble. Anyway, clearly I made the right decision by not attending beauty school – I’ve since let the bangs grow out and just plop her in the shower a lot more. Also, she’s become quite the talker – always pointing and saying things like blah blah blah – a goo. She’s likely saying something terribly funny with explicatives sprinkled throughout. After all she is Charlie Morrison’s granddaughter and Don Morrison’s niece; therefore she MUST have a wicked sense of humor. She’s rediscovered her bouncy jolly jumper thing and is developing quite the leap – her Aunt CA is very proud…she’s becoming a tiny dancer. And, now I’m not exaggerating here, she’s a singer, or at least musical…totally Whittingham all the way.
This past weekend Jeff headed down to Virginia for the final 100 mile race in the series and arranged for some “Elite” babysitters to come for the weekend and help me out with Seneca. If you’re in Boston and looking for some reliable child care contact Jon Bruno at Independent Fabrication (aka IF, I Fab, Indie Fab). He’ll put you in touch with the guys from the road team who stayed over the weekend to participate in the Green Mountain Stage Race. I have to admit, it was a little intimidating to be in the company of men whose legs were shaved smoother than mine; razor envy aside, the moment they walked in the door it was fun fun fun for her – Stan jumped right in and played stacking games (completely unphased by her diaper overflowing), Jon played peek-a-boo, Adam spotted her while she climbed all over the couch, Emilie hooked her up with splash time, and Greg seranaded her with some new “lullabies”.
Seneca trying on some I Fab Fashion.
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